20 Quotes by Kathleen Raine

And see the peaceful trees extendtheir myriad leaves in leisured dance—they bear the weight of sky and cloudupon the fountain of their veins.

Whiteness of moonlight builds a house that is not there

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.

The work of the artist is to heal the soul.

Nature is the common, universal language, understood by all.

Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature the ‘correspondences’ through which we may know our boundless selves.

Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and for ever, I missed love’s everywhere Small presence, thousand-guised.

And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.

Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.